Fervor and Flex

Metal cuffs bite into Sarah Jane Ceylon's ankles, holding her long legs wide. Clips and clamps trace the soft skin on the backs of her thighs, tied together with thin twine that runs up to her wrists. She balances on sharp wooden spikes, torso lashed to a post, her arms wrenched up behind her. The hook seats deep, pulled taut by the same rope that stretches her shoulders back. Bolted in a near-perfect split, a thick leather harness wraps her skull and fills her mouth. Her eyes go wide when the current surges through the electrodes, sharp and sudden, making her whole body shake.